WILLIE. Thank you, Ada. (_Rises_.)

(_She turns to go, and finds_ MAGGIE _in her way_.)

MAGGIE. I want a word with you. You're treading on my foot, young
woman.

ADA. Me, Miss Hobson? (_She looks stupidly at_ MAGGIE'S
_feet_.)

MAGGIE. What's this with you and him?

ADA (_gushing_). Oh, Miss 'Obson, it is good of you to
take notice like that.

WILLIE. Ada, she--

MAGGIE. You hold your hush. This is for me and her to settle.
Take a fair look at him, Ada.

ADA. At Will?

MAGGIE (_nodding_). Not much for two women to fall out over,
is there?

ADA. Maybe he's not so much to look at, but you should hear him
play.

MAGGIE. Play? Are you a musician, Will?